So, it’s Christmas time and each year our neighborhood has our annual Progressive Party where we move from house to house for various courses of a meal (appetizer, salad, main, dessert, entertainment). Lots of fun and everyone gets dressed up and all of us adults can have a conversation without yelling at the kids to stop fighting (they’re in a babysitting house on the street that night – I know, NICE!). So anyway, it’s between our appetizer course and the salad house and I’m enjoying a nice glass of Cabernet when my neighbor who is the dessert house goes to my friend to ask her if her husband could help her get into her house, her key isn’t working and she’s locked out and she has to get ready. My friend says, “My husband is useless, if you want to get in your house tonight – go ask Brooke, she’s a Jane.”

So with that bit of encouragement I was off to get my ladder so that I could climb up on her roof and get in through her bedroom window which was slightly opened. So here I am walking down the street in my high heels, dressed up for the party carrying my ladder to help a neighbor. Ah, the life of a Jane!